Silent Ambassadors

I had a new life promised,

But I wouldn't let go,

So I ate cotton candy

At the midnight show.

It played out projections

That coaxed me away.

It told me that vessels

Weren't made out of clay.

There's no spinning wheel,

Not even a Potter;

Just wandering hunters

And oblivious fodder.

I stood from my seat,

Though only in mind,

And cried, "You're 

Metaphysically quite misaligned!"

My well-spoken words

Shook the theater with violence

(At least it would have

If I spoke more than silence).

CM Logan

I've got a little bit of writer's block at the moment.  This is a poem and artwork from my husband 



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Motherhood

As I was reading different blogs today, I came across this beautiful poem shared by Catherine over at Simplicity of the Soul.  It really touched my heart.  How much money we've spent in medical bills and general costs on our girls is enough to make my head spin. There are so many other things that money could have done. Would I like a brand new car or a nicer home? It would be nice, but I gladly drive my 12 year old sedan and live in my 10 year old modular home in exchange for my little blessings. Hope you enjoy this poem.

Motherhood

Instead of silken china scarf,
Petal-soft touch of tiny arms.
Instead of gold and silver bands,
The precious clasp of baby hands.



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Thanks so much for sharing this Catherine!

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